The Chase

Her breath came in short, painful gasps as she ran through the trees, scanning for places to hide. She knew there were spots; she wasn't completely unfamiliar with this setting.

He was somewhere back there. On her trail. Coming for her. She could almost smell his desire. She paused, shivering in the darkening gloam of the evening. Her ears were on high alert, listening for any trace of a sound that might tell her he was close.

The tree she had stopped beside was rough against her nearly bare skin. All she wore was a simple dress, more of a shift really, that barely covered the fact that she wore no bra and only flimsy panties.

What was that? Her head turned toward the sound. Did a branch crack? Without a sound, she was off again, darting to the right, where she vaguely remembered there might be an old barn...

Low underbrush scraped at her legs, leaving red lines. She barely noticed, even when a particularly thorny plant snagged her skin and left a small trail of blood to snake down her thigh.

There! A dim shape suddenly rose out of the gloom: a weathered old barn, its creaky doors sitting unguarded and askew, its roof obviously half caved in. It gently invited her to hide in its depths.

She paused at the entrance, cocked her head, listening. He was out there, hunting her... but he was too good: she couldn't sense a thing. Without a sound, she slipped into the crumbling structure.

The smell of musty hay and oil greeted her nostrils. She had to pick her way over various wooden beams, farm tools, and other, unidentified objects.  Near the back of the structure, she found some old horse stalls. Perhaps she could crouch inside a nook or cranny there…

One look into the small wooden horse pens made her realize that these were too obvious; he'd find her in an instant. This barn offered nothing for her. She turned to find an escape, but there he was, silhouetted against the entrance.

He was so large that his form seemed to fill the entryway. She shuddered and instinctively ducked, although he couldn't see her from his angle.

As quietly as possible, she slipped into the nearest stall; there were no other options. Maybe if she hid right against the wall... didn't even breathe...

"I know you're in here, little fawn..." His voice carried through the barn, even though he spoke softly.

She tried to suppress her shiver of fear, ignoring the way the cleft between her thighs began to heat.

He moved like an animal, intent on rousting his prey, seeming to come straight for her hiding space... But no—he’d stopped to look in another area.

She dared  to lean forward, stealing a glance between the rotting boards. He was like a wolf, scenting for her. She wondered if he could smell her fear, or perhaps her growing arousal.

When she pulled back, the traitorous boards creaked, the small sound like a gunshot in the still darkness of the barn. She actually felt his teeth bare in a satisfied smile, even from across the distance between them.

"I've found you, my little one," he murmured, stalking toward her location. "And I'm very very hungry..."

With a shriek, she jumped up and tried to push past him, intent on gaining her freedom. He caught her easily, his body blocking her escape, his arms encircling her much smaller frame.

With a laugh that sounded to her ears like a triumphant howl, he wrapped one fist in her hair while the other encircled her throat. Then he pushed her back into the stall.

With ease, he pressed her back, dropping her flat onto the dusty old hay covering the floor, his body coming down to cover hers. Her instincts took over and she kicked and squirmed, trying to escape. A low snarl escaped her lips as he pinned her wrists against the ground.

His body on top of hers, his hands holding her wrists, he bent and found her throat, his mouth closing on one side of her neck. His teeth bit into her, gently at first, then harder, until her body stiffened, and she squealed with pain.

Then he sat up and looked her in the eyes. "Mine," he growled at her. He pushed her wrists together, grasping both with one of his large palms. His other hand slipped between them, grasping her panties and effortlessly pulling them down. His fingers felt for her pussy, held it. "Mine," he said again.

Her eyes were big as she stared up at him. She was trembling, but she couldn't tell any more whether it was with fear or desire. Both warred within her.

He wasn't waiting for her to decide. She was his prey, and he wanted to taste her. With a grunt, he pushed her dress up around her chest, bent, and pulled one of her breasts into his mouth, his teeth gnawing at the tender nipple. The hand restraining her let go of her wrists as he reached to undo his pants.

Automatically, she pushed at him, her senses kicking back in. She must fight, run! She wasn't held down now! She pushed at his shoulders, clawed at his back, tried to kick at him.

With a curse, he grabbed her by the hair and roughly yanked her head to one side, causing her to gasp with pain. His other hand went to his waist, where he slid off his belt. With seeming ease, he flipped her over and pulled her to her feet as he rose. Then he pushed her against the side of the stall, looping the thick leather strap around a rusted metal bar that ran between the stalls and securing her hands.

Her back to him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him so that her ass stuck out. She wasn't prepared for his large hand to come down on her naked flesh. He struck her rapidly, spanking her so hard that it took her breath away. Whimpers of pain escaped her throat with each blow until she broke down and began to sob.

Suddenly, he was against her, his hard cock easily thrusting into her body. Finding her pussy so wet and eager for him, he groaned, one hand grasping her hip tightly enough to leave bruises. Wrapping his fist in her hair again, he pulled her back against him and fucked her hard, the animal in him enjoying this position, enjoying the soft grunts that escaped her every time he buried himself deep inside her.

When he felt himself close to coming, he let go of her hair and bent down, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her breasts with his large, rough hands, pinching her nipples to make her cry out. He felt her pussy clench around him, sank his teeth into the back of her shoulder, and came hard inside of her. Her answering pants and the way her pussy throbbed around him only inflamed his climax as she came hard on his cock.

When it was over, he stood and looked at her. "I should just leave you here, bad little girl," he teased gently.

She gazed up at him with big, trusting eyes. “What? And leave me as prey to the wolves?” she countered softly. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and bent to undo the belt.

Friday Fiction

She tried to relax as he pulled the final rope tight, tried not to think about how terribly helpless she now felt.

He stood back and admired his handiwork.  His sweet sub lay blindfolded on the bed, her arms above her head, hands cuffed to one of the iron bars that made up their headboard.  Her legs were pulled up and spread wide, feet almost back above her shoulders, her naked pussy open and exposed.  He reached down, stroked one finger up her already moist slit, causing her to moan softly.

"You look beautiful, my little one," he whispered, bending to place a gentle kiss on her clit.  He straightened and laid a stinging slap where his lips had just been, rewarded by her surprised squeal.

He turned away, then paused.  "Almost forgot."  She felt him place something on the bed between her legs, then there was the sound of the door shutting, and all was silent.

Wait a minute, did he leave?

She listened intently for some sound, but the room felt empty, Dom-less.

"Sir?" she whispered.  Nothing.  She took a few deep breaths, wondering what he was doing, knowing that he'd never put her in any kind of danger.  The seconds ticked by, turning into long minutes...

The sound of the door being pushed open was so faint, she thought she may have imagined it, but a moment later, a soft laugh made her jerk in surprise.

" 'Eat Me' hm?" an amused voice came from the end of the bed.  Paper rustled as he removed the sign from in front of her pussy.  "I can do that."

Who...?  her thoughts were interrupted as she felt weight press the bed down, and then his warm breath was on the bare, sensitive skin between her legs, giving her goosebumps. His tongue slipped slowly between her cunt lips, curling into her, then immediately back out, as though she were being taste-tested.  The thought made her shiver, and her pussy contracted involuntarily, raising another low chuckle from her unknown visitor.

"Yummy," he whispered, his lips grazing her.  Then his mouth came down on her with authority, clearly savoring this unexpected entree.

She couldn't see, couldn't move; she could only breathe and moan and feel.  'Helpless' suddenly took on a whole new meaning as the man between her legs masterfully controlled her arousal with his lips, tongue, teeth... 

Her first climax left her breathless and too-sensitive, but she couldn't push him away.

No no no, too much... she wasn't even sure she'd said it out loud

He didn't pause to let her recover.  Instead, he turned his head slightly sideways and began kissing, sliding his tongue between her lips and into her still-clenching pussy like he was making out with her.  The sudden gentleness felt amazing, and she relaxed under him, feeling her arousal spiral back upwards again.  She laid her head back and completely gave in.

The bed was damp and her cunt was throbbing and dripping before her nameless visitor finally had his fill.  He shifted over her and she had a moment to smell her own scent before his lips pressed against her own, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he forced her to taste what he'd so recently been enjoying.

He kissed her passionately for a few moments before pushing away.  She whimpered into the darkness, missing his company.

The next sound in the room was her sharp cry of pain as leather made loud contact with her exposed backside.  The blow was followed by another and another, laying fiery trails across her ass and the backs of her thighs.  She'd never been spanked in this position before; she couldn't even close her legs, and more than one time, her swollen pussy lips felt the sting of the strap as well.  Tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes, even as she felt her cunt begin to drool again.

"Look at my little slut, getting turned on even after she's already come so many times."  Her Dom's voice surprised her.

He'd been the one whipping her?  How long had he been in the room?  Was he watching as she so wantonly enjoyed the pleasure another man gave?

She felt the ropes holding her ankles up go slack, sighed as her legs were let down onto the bed.  Then he was turning her over, arms still held captive by the handcuffs.

Master's hand wrapped tightly in her hair, his breath hot in her ear. "On your knees, ass up.  Beg your new friend to fuck you."

Even as she opened her mouth to obey, she felt hands spreading her from behind.  That expert tongue carressed her again, starting at her pussy and going all the way up her slit until it delved into the damp hollow of her asshole.  She moaned deeply, eliciting a chuckle from her Sir.

"Good girl," he murmured, and then he was gone.

Saliva dripped down to lubricate, and then a finger was pushing into her, claiming her ass.  She relaxed, opened, offering herself.

Please please fuck me...

Large hands gripped her hips, pulling her back, sliding her onto a thick cock.  His low groan made her shiver and press backwards. He began slowly, then became rough, fucking her hard, dominating her as skillfully as her Master did.

She wondered if she'd know him when the blindfold came off. 

She wondered if her Master was still watching...

Groundhog Day

February 2

She woke up smiling, yawned, stretched, wriggled her toes.  What a great morning.

Wait a moment... she was definitely not a morning person.  What the heck?

Lttle wisps of dream came floating back through her brain: clean white sheets, strong male hands, clear brown eyes... Oh, okay, Mr. Fantasy was the reason for today's good mood.

She felt her pussy get moist, and desperately scrambled to recall more of that dream.  She was underneath him... he was pinning her down, his hands on her wrists, his lips pressed hard against hers.  He smelled clean, like soap and aftershave...  His mouth moved to one of her breasts, teeth skimming across her tight nipple...

Dammit!  The dream was nothing but little snatches of sensation and emotion.  Frustrated, but horny as hell, she reached into her nightstand drawer for her favorite bullet with one hand, the other dipping under the covers to comfort her swollen pussy.

Just then, her phone went off, scaring the crap out of her.  Fuck, alarm, totally not fair!  With a scowl, she switched off the phone, shut the nightstand drawer, and slid out of bed, trying to ignore the urgent throbbing between her thighs.  Mr. Fantasy would just have to wait until later, she couldn't be late today.

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She pulled up to a large, warehouse-looking building with ten minutes to spare; early--a first for her!  The sign on the front read: Firing Range and Self-Defense/Weapons Training School.  "Ready for this?" she muttered to herself.

The building seemed large, and she was worried about getting lost, but she easily followed the signs to where the class was going to be held.  The only one in the room was a handsome man, darkly tanned, wearing jean shorts and a T-shirt.  He had a holster strapped to his waist, with some sort of gun in it, and he turned to greet her with the sexiest smile she had ever seen.

"Hi, I'm John, and I'm the instructor for this class."  He reached out his hand to shake hers, and when they touched, little tingles of electricity shot straight from his fingers to her pussy.  She stared into his brown eyes in shock, holding on for a few moments too long, and swore she saw a look of understanding cross over his face.  Blushing, she dropped his hand, stammering out her name.

The other five students in the class arrived shortly and they began the first lesson of their six-hour day.

At noon, John called a break for lunch... for everyone except her.  "I just want to talk to you for a moment, and then you can join everyone outside," he said.

John half-sat on a table that he'd been using for display purposes.  "Come here," he said softly, an odd, firm tone to his voice.  She found herself easily responding to it.  He reached out, grasped her wrist, pulled her a few inches closer.  "You handle yourself well, but I see something in you.  I know you."

She blinked at him.  What?  He did?

"Call me Professor for the rest of the day, understand?"

She stared up at him, suddenly inhaling the fresh, clean, amazingly male scent of him.  Her brain flashed back to this morning, her dream...  she felt mesmerized...

"Yes, Professor," she whispered.

"Goddammit that's hot," he murmured, standing, pulling her to his side, his hand reaching to twist into her hair and yank her head back.  His lips hit hers in a crushing kiss...

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She woke up smiling, yawned, stretched, wriggled her toes.  What a great morning!

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Oral Exam

He'd already positioned her in front of him, on her knees and naked except for her sheer black thigh-highs and heels.  Her expression was contrite as she stared submissively up at him--now it was contrite anyhow.  It hadn't been that way ten minutes ago...

"Did you understand your instructions clearly, little one?"

"Yes, Master, it's just, I got distracted..."

"Distracted?" He cocked an eyebrow.  "Really?  And you think that's a good excuse, my little slut?"

"Really, it's not that big of a deal!"

He sighed inwardly.  He'd known his new slave would come with some discipline problems, but such outright defiance?  He felt his cock shift as it hardened slightly... a good teaching session was definitely what was needed here.

And that had led to where she was now: properly humbled and on her knees in front of him.  A good start.

"I think you need to learn who your Master is." His voice was calm, and very quiet.  It caused a shiver to run through her, and he knew that if he bent to feel, the soft folds of her cunt would be wet already.

He unzipped his pants.  "Open your mouth, slut."

Feeling the warm, thick head of his cock slide past her open lips almost made him lose his composure--almost.  She tried to slide her lips all the way down his shaft and he wrapped his hand in her long hair and jerked her back.

"No!"  It was a low, sharp rebuke that took her so completely by surprise that she dropped him out of her mouth entirely.

"Master?" Her eyes were big and confused.

His expression softened a bit.  "Little slave, I told you that you are learning who your Master is, didn't I?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl.  Then I control you; your only job is to please me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."  Her eyes gazed adoringly up at him.

He controlled the smile that wanted to flash across his face; she was definitely eager to please him.

Fingers still entwined tightly in her hair, he guided her back into position, pushing just the head of his tightly-throbbing cock past her lips.

"Wrap your lips around it and use your tongue to explore it," he directed.  Her instant obedience pleased him, as did her wet tongue, as he slowly inserted himself deeper into her mouth, pausing often to let her explore the length of him.

When she reached his base, he instructed her to suck him for a few moments, pleasantly surprised that she'd managed to take his whole length without choking.  But when his hand tightened in her hair, she stopped and held perfectly still, awaiting his next instructions.

"Mmmm," he growled appreciatively. "Very good, slut.  Now it's my turn. Open up for me."

He yanked her hair harshly, forcing a little squeal of pain out of her as he pulled her head back so that he could see her face.  "Don't close your eyes, keep looking at me, understand?"

She nodded a fraction, focusing her gaze on his.

He fucked her mouth slowly at first, savoring how wet it was, relishing the feeling of his cock-head hitting the back of her throat with each stroke.  Languidly he gazed down at her, admiring her full breasts, her beautiful ass...

He pushed his cock as far down her throat as possible and smacked her sharply enough across the cheek that a tear came to her eye.

"Your hand, slut.  I didn't authorize you to touch yourself."  She struggled beneath him, trying not to choke on the fullness in her throat.  "Hands behind your back."  That calm, stern voice again.  "Right.  Now."

Her hands flew behind her back and locked themselves together.  He pulled free of her, leaving her gasping in front of him.

"Lay back, slut."  It was a terse order, one with an expectation of being immediately obeyed.

He admired the pose for a moment: her on her knees, bent back, lying on her hands, legs apart, dripping pussy completely exposed to him.  Then he bent and smacked her wet, swollen cunt... hard.

She cried out in surprise and pain, but he could tell she'd controlled the impulse to move.

"Whose pussy is this?" he murmured, inserting two fingers into her.  She moaned, her muscles clenching around him.

"Yours, Master," she whispered.

"Do you touch your Master's toys without permission, slave?"

She shuddered as he started pushing his fingers in and out of her, rubbing small circles around her clit with his thumb.  "N-n-no, M-master."

"I think my little slut wants to cum," he said thoughtfully.

"Oh yes, yes please Master!" Her voice was so hopeful.

He played with her for a few more seconds then withdrew his fingers and smacked her again, harder this time.  "Good, slut.  I like it when you're wet for me.  Now sit up, and keep your arms behind you from now on."

He ignored her pout as he slid his cock back into her mouth and twined his fingers back into her hair.   This time, he didn't hesitate, but took her forcefully, fucking her mouth like he would fuck her cunt: hard and rough.  Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks; saliva began to pool off her lower lip; her cheeks were flushed with passion and she could hardly keep from gagging on him.  God she looked beautiful!

He held her gaze, his cock slamming into her thoat once, twice more, then suddenly withdrew.

She kept her eyes on his and her mouth open for him.  Good slut.

With a shudder, he came on her, painting her face with his seed, marking her as HIS.  She closed her eyes as she felt his warmth spatter across her, but kept her mouth open, her tongue out, wanting to taste him.

She stayed perfectly still, eyes still closed, awaiting his instructions, as he zipped up.

He tapped the jizz-free end of her nose, smiling at what a pretty picture she made.  "Good girl," he growled.  "Now take some of what I gave you onto your fingers and use it to play with MY pussy.  I want you to cum for me."

"Yes Master," she murmured, opening her legs wider and reaching up to wipe some of his already-thickening semen off her cheek.  Her fingers went to her pussy, starting into slow, tentative circles...

A Bedtime Story

I just woke up, restless as hell.  So maybe if I tell you guys a good story, I'll be able to go back to sleep!

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They'd gone to bed as usual that night: her reading, him playing around with some game on his phone.  He finished the game, turned over and tried to get comfortable.  She was feeling a little tired, so she reached over, turned out her light, and turned to snuggle with her husband, only to be met with his broad back.

Hmmm...  she thought.  She craved a connection with this man, one that had been missing the past few days.

She curled her body around his, put her face next to his ear, whispered I love you.  That got a good response.  All right then, time for her next move.  One hand slowly, seductively, began its way down his side, rubbing him softy, stroking him from hip to thigh, and back up.  Maybe I can help you get a little more comfortable... ever so lightly in his ear.

She heard him smile in the dark.  "Maybe," he allowed.

Pushing the black comforter back, she pulled her husband over so that he was lying on his back, then climbed between his knees.  He was more than happy to open them enough to accomodate her as she knelt before him. Her hands groped for him in the dark... found his smooth belly, rubbed up to play with the hair on his chest, slid down to cradle his strong hips... moved lower, searching, and immediately found his hard, waiting cock.  She giggled a little before bending to lick just the tip, automatically glancing towards his face to gauge his reaction.  Unfortunately, all was black, and he chose to remain silent, unwilling to let her know what he was thinking.

She bent to her task eagerly.  His cock smelled like male; like him.  She ran her tongue along the underside, followed that with her finger; let her saliva fall on the head and used thumb and forefinger to spread it along the sensitive under-edges.  She couldn't see his face, but she knew she was doing well, judging by how hard he was getting.

After sufficiently handling it, she got right down to business, sucking it all the way down her throat.  God, it tasted just like it smelled: manly.  She ran her tongue down the shaft while it was still inside her mouth, then sucked him down just a little further, making herself quiver and gag, just like he liked.  Then she began fucking her own mouth with his cock.  She put her hands under his ass, to keep them out of the way, and impaled herself on his length, sucking it into her throat, then slowly releasing it through pursed lips, her tongue dancing over it for a moment before drawing it back into her again.

She felt him start to tense, knew that she could make him come this way alone, and was perfectly happy with that, but he'd been wanting more lately.

With a last kiss to his penis, she rose, turned, and thrust her very wet pussy onto his hard cock.  His grunt of approval told her she'd done the right thing.  She leaned forward just a bit, right to that angle that rubbed him perfectly inside of her (and gave him a great view of her ass, since he could see way better in the dark than she) and began to fuck him.  Immediately his hands came to encircle her waist, helping her with her rhythm.

It felt so good having him inside of her that she slipped her fingers underneath herself, rubbing her slick, wet clit as she pounded down on top of him.  She moaned, moving her ass back towards his belly in small circles, feeling his cock swell and pulse inside of her.

His hands moved then.  His fingers dipped between her legs, wetted themselves in her copious juices, and two of them pushed deep into her ass, now filling both her holes completely with him.  It sent her over the edge.  She moaned and pushed against him, both hands now on the bed to stablize herself as she came hard on top of him just a moment before he exploded inside of her...

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So you'd think I'd be sleeping better tonight, right? ;)

Bitch

He stared at her flashing, angry eyes and the unattractive snarl that graced her lips. The sharp words she was throwing at him, the bad attitude she was exuding from every pore… this was unacceptable behavior and she knew it. He could have gotten angry, sent harsh words back at her; heck, this would be the start of a good ol’ knock-down, drag-out fight in most relationships. But not theirs.

Instead of getting angry, he got very quiet. Only his eyes betrayed his annoyance. She saw the way his jaw hardened, his body settling into itself with a kind of determined reserve, and her words dried up as she took a slight step backwards.

“If you’re going to act like a bitch, you’ll get treated like one.” His voice was quite calm, almost soft.

Her eyes clouded with confusion, but he didn’t give her time to decipher his meaning. Instead, he took her wrist in his iron grip and strode to their room, his body a shield, pressing her ahead of him. At the foot of their bed, he halted and stared down at her.

“Strip.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed a little as she fought to get the control back.

“I will not…” she began, but was cut off as he abruptly spun her towards the bed, sat down, and somehow had her over his knee. Five quick, firm slaps against her backside had her squirming against him, yelling for all she was worth. He almost smiled, watching her senseless struggle against his authority; they both knew how this would turn out.

Another five spanks, harder than the last, calmed her down just a touch.

“Are you ready to do as I say now?” he asked evenly.

“Why do you want me to take my clothes off anyway?” Her voice came out as a whine.

Instead of answering, he easily peeled back the loose sweats she was wearing, dragging her panties down too. If there was something he hated more than a snotty attitude, it was the whiny voice that signified her too-obvious bid to talk herself out of trouble.

This time, his hand rained down on her ass hard and fast, not letting up until he felt her body relax across his knees and heard sniffles coming from under the long hair that draped down to hide her face.

He ran his palm gently over her warm, pleasantly red skin. “Will you obey me now, little one?”

A very quiet, damp “Yes, Sir” drifted up to him.

He helped her off his lap, gazing at her as she stood there, her pants at her ankles, panties down around her thighs, tears and snot running down her face, and wondered how he could ever love someone more than he loved her. Which, of course, meant that he had to stick to the punishment he’d decided upon.

“I want you completely naked,” he instructed as he rose from the bed and went to his closet on the far side of the room.

He found what he wanted and returned to her side. Her clothing was a pile at her feet; the only thing she still wore was her everyday collar. He moved behind her, pushing her hair out of the way and unfastening her collar. Not understanding his intent, she started to turn around, a cry of denial ready to jump from her throat, but a sharp warning slap on one bright red buttock stopped her in her tracks.

“Trust me, little one,” he murmured, slipping a wide leather collar around her neck. He buckled it snugly and then turned her around to face him, threading one finger through the collar’s o-ring and pulling her face close to his.

“If you’re going to act like a bitch, you’ll get treated like one,” he repeated. He let her go. “Down on your hands and knees, little bitch.”

She looked at him for a moment, seemed to see the steely resolve in his eyes, and dropped to the floor. He picked something off the bed, then moved so that he was behind her again. What was that? she wondered frantically. A cane? Belt? She wasn’t prepared for him to kneel behind her and spit. She groaned inwardly as she felt wetness slide down the cleft of her ass. The groan became audible when his fingers caught the liquid and began working it into her tight hole.  She started to squirm.

He smacked her bottom, right on the sit-spot, making her jump. “Hold still,” he directed. One finger became two, then three, pushing and stretching her out. Suddenly, something cold and hard was pressed against her. He pushed the butt plug in and she felt herself close around it right before she felt something else brush her thigh. What the…?

There was no time to wonder. “Look behind you, little doggy,” he stated. Obediently, she turned to look back at him, and got an eyeful of their full length mirror instead, where her ass, complete with long, black tail, was on display.

“Come,” he ordered, walking towards the bedroom door. He didn’t even look back to see if she was following. Resolutely, she crawled after her Master.

He stopped in the living room, right next to the large crate where their Retriever slept at night. He opened the metal gate, bent, and pulled the doggy bed out, replacing it with the soft blanket she usually kept on the sofa for when it was cold. He motioned with his hand. “In.”

He sounded just like he did when he ordered the dog around! Her cheeks reddened to match her ass, and, for a moment, she couldn’t even look up at him.

“Please, Sir…” she murmured.

“Now, little bitch,” he said, his tone softening just a little, just enough to remind her that he knew what was best for her, that he would never let her get away with anything she shouldn’t be doing.

She crawled into the crate, pushing the blanket around to make a soft spot for her to cuddle into. He bent down, setting her sock monkey inside with her.

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing the top of her head. Then he shut and latched the door and sat down on the nearby sofa to watch television.

With a sigh, she curled up on the blanket, sock monkey in her arms. Her ass throbbed, and felt very full with his humiliating plug in it. But her self-importance and spiteful attitude had totally dissipated, leaving behind a soft, relaxed little sub in their place. Exactly what Master had intended, of course.

Friends & Fantasies (Part 3)

Somewhere, low music was throbbing. He stepped around her and pulled her through the room, neatly avoiding the small tables scattered around an open dais. There were people at those tables, but most of them were engaged in talking… or kissing, touching, petting… What was this place?! She didn’t have time to try and guess; he had her in the center of the room, was guiding her to lie down on the low platform there.

Then he was on his knees, pushing up her dress, and the room melted away as she felt him lick her through her panties. Her breath caught in her throat at the novel way his tongue felt through the cloth, and then he was peeling them down her thighs and off her feet, discarding them with an impatient growl. Pushing her knees wide, he bent to taste her again. Her back arched and she couldn’t hold back a moan as he easily found her button and pressed his tongue against it for a moment before pulling her close to bite softly.

It took less than a minute before the entire night of sexual tension, combined with his expert mouth, made her erupt, cumming fiercely against him. He held her down with his hands, unceasingly sucking and licking the warm juices running from within her. It was only when she’d started to ease up, and he felt the inner contractions stop, that he sat up, and looked at her.

“Next time, ask me before you cum, little one,” his tone was serious, startling her. What was this? He smacked her still-swollen pussy with two fingers, eliciting a little yelp from her. She sat up and suddenly remembered that they had an audience. Luckily, a lot of people were engaged with each other, but a few were definitely watching! This was a first for her!

Then he was there, diverting her attention again. Firmly, but not ungently, he pulled her up beside him, his mouth covering hers, forcing his tongue into her. She could taste herself on him, and the very idea of that caused her pussy to start throbbing again.

His hands went to her dress, pulling it up and over her head, breaking contact with her lips for only a moment to let the cloth slip over her head. Then he was kissing her again, his hands pressing against her back, sliding lower to cup her ass and pull her against him. His grip tightened, one palm sliding down to rub at the cleft between her cheeks, rubbing deeper until she felt his fingers pushing against her tight hole.

His mouth went to her neck, biting her hard as one of his fingers explored deeper inside of her. She was wet enough that he slid into her easily, and her body tensed at the deliciousness of this new invasion.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his lips pressed against her ear.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned softly.

She felt his low chuckle. “Not yet, little kitty.” His hands pulled away, and then one of them was curled in her hair, pulling it tightly. Before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of him, one of his hands still buried in her hair, the other working to free his cock from his pants. Eagerly, she helped him let it out, her hands encircling it for a moment before her mouth closed around it.

He was surprised after just a few moments to feel her take him into her throat, swallowing almost the entire length. Her tongue worked at the underside of it, caressing in a way that caused him to shudder slightly. He knew if he let her continue this for too long, it would be hard not to lose control. Still, he pressed roughly into her mouth, pushing all of himself as deeply as possible, and was rewarded when he felt her throat close as she choked on him. He looked down to see her green eyes wide, staring up at him, but she didn’t pull away.

His grip in her hair tightened. Momentarily, he thought about just letting himself go, but he knew she needed more than that. She needed to know that he wanted her, that he had the power to take her, and wasn’t going to play the nice guy any more. She’d confided in him more than once over the years about her desire for a loving, but very dominant man to take her in hand and bring out her inner submissive. This was his chance to prove to her who that man was going to be.

With a low groan, he pulled himself away from her. “Stay,” he ordered, and then he was gone, just like that. And she was in the middle of the room, on hands and knees, in only a bra, staring at a room full of people. Some were watching her, some were making out, and some, she noticed, were busy in the darkest corners of the room, moving against each other.

She blushed suddenly at this public exposure and looked around, feeling somewhat abandoned. Then he was behind her, and she felt him lift her hair and place something around her neck. She reached up and felt the collar as he finished buckling it; looked up at him in confusion and saw that he had a leather leash attached to it.

“Good kitty,” he murmured, giving her a sardonic smile. Then, with a slight tug, he led her, still on hands and knees, to one side of the dais, where she noticed a hook protruding out of the floor. He knelt in front of her, wrapping the leash around the hook so that she was forced to bend down, with her face close to the floor. Gently, he kissed her forehead.

“Tell me again what you want, little kitten.”

Her body shivered with expectation; her pussy was soaked, and she could feel the wetness leaking down her inner thighs.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, please fuck me…”

He moved behind her, pulling his cock free again and pushing it between her thighs. He slipped easily into her slick pussy, sliding in, then slowly back out, teasing her.

“Here?” he asked, sliding slowly back in.

“Yeeessss,” she moaned, pushing impatiently back against him.

His palm left a nice red mark on her ass cheek.

“Wrong answer.” His voice was deceptively calm. “Where do you want me to fuck you, little one?” His hand traced the inner crevice of her buttocks, his fingers finding her tight little hole again. He felt her pussy tense around him as she realized what he wanted to hear.

She murmured something so low, he could barely hear it.

His palm lifted, gracing the other cheek with an equally bright red print.

“What was that, little pet? I want everyone to hear you.”

She groaned, her hips automatically bucking against him at his commanding tone. There was no escaping the fact: he wanted her to beg for it.

“Please fuck my ass,” she whispered, felt him spank her harder, and practically shouted it. “Please Sir, please fuck my ass!”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pleased. He slipped one finger into her, his cock still buried in her pussy, and began working it around, loosening her for his entry. When a second finger went in, she pushed her ass against him, her head on her elbows, eyes closed, her little whimpers begging him to take her.

After another moment, he slowly withdrew. Everything he’d done had been gentle, so she let out a shocked squeal when he suddenly buried himself deep inside her ass, without warning. Her body tensed for a moment, but his hands were tight around her waist, holding her against him, and after a moment, she relaxed, and a wave of desire overtook her. Spreading her legs slightly to allow him even more access, she pushed back against him. Slowly at first, then with increasing pace, he began to move inside of her, until he was pounding forcefully into her, fucking her hard.

She began to moan, first in little squeals every time he pushed into her, then louder and longer until she was almost screaming, “goddd yes, yeessss, please…!”

Suddenly she was begging him, her voice almost breaking as she tried to control herself, “please, I need to cum, please please Sir, please may I cum?!”

His hands tightened around her waist and he drove into her, knowing he was about to lose it. “Yes, baby, come for me,” he gave permission just as he felt himself let go inside of her. Her ass clenched around him tightly, milking the cum from him, a low growl escaping from deep within his chest.

When it was over, both of them stayed in position, panting, trying to catch their breath. She looked out from her hands and knees, his softening cock still buried inside of her, and realized they were still in the back room of the bar. There were still others, a few fucking around them. Some couples were sitting together, arms around each other, smiling at her… at the two of them. Oh my god…

She didn’t have time to freak out too much. He felt her stiffen, saw her scan the room, and pulled out of her, reaching to unbuckle the collar and free her before drawing her to her knees and into his arms. Gently he stroked her hair, kissed her face, held her. Finally, when he felt her relax trustingly into him, he rose, bringing her to her feet with him. Someone, she thought it was the bartender, brought a soft flowing robe… cloak?... something… and draped it around her. She heard him say thank you, and distantly heard the woman’s voice come back “it’s about time I saw you happy”, and then he was escorting her out of the room, back through the bar…

Somehow, she ended up in his bed, nestled against him under a soft black comforter. He held her, whispering sweet things into her ear as she drifted easily into sleep.

For a few more moments, he stared down at her, hardly believing that this had really happened. God, it would suck if I woke up tomorrow alone, and this was all a dream… He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, willing her to stay, then laid his head down beside her, instantly drifting into the soundest sleep he’d had in a long time.

Friends & Fantasies (story)

Meet me at 7.Theater.


That was the extent of his text. WTF?! She hadn’t seen him in… how long had it been? Quickly she counted on her fingers… seven years. It had been seven years since she’d even seen her handsome best friend, and when she texts to say she’ll be pulling into town at noon, this is all he has to say?! Still, anger isn’t the emotion that is rising up to fill her insides; it feels more like… impatient trepidation. The memory of the last time she saw him seeps into her mind, occupying the last sixty-six minutes her GPS says it will take to get to the hotel.

They are standing outside the theater, where they just saw “Titanic.” His arms are around her, holding her so close, she can hardly breathe. Still, she tries to get even closer, willing herself to somehow fuse into him so that she won’t have to leave tomorrow. This is what she needs… him, holding her, forever.

He lets go with one arm and gently lifts her chin, pressing his lips to hers with an urgency born from years of restraint. Years of being “the friend” instead of “the one.” Years of watching one boy after another use her, hurt her, throw her away. He pushes all of that emotion, and more, into this one kiss, trying to reach into her heart and make her understand all the love and desire he has hidden all of these years.

She responds willingly, wondering at him, and at the certainty she’s had all this time that he didn’t see her “like that.” All the secret fantasies converge into this one moment, and a low moan escapes from her throat as she opens her mouth to his insistence. Her hips press tightly against his, she inhales the scent of his cologne… she never wants this embrace to end.

Sadly, there are people waiting for them, and when they step apart, they are too young, too new to such strong emotion to know what to say to each other. He holds her hand as he leads her to the car, but the moment is slipping away, and neither of them knows how to hold onto it.

She leaves the next day. He kisses her goodbye, watches the Greyhound as it slips into the early morning fog. Tears prick his eyes, a few even escaping to be impatiently wiped away. But she has her own life to live; he’s never been able to get through to her heart, why should this time be any different? He shakes his head sadly and walks away, grateful that nobody else is there to see the pain evident on his face.

As the bus pulls away, she thinks to herself, “It was the movie; he was just reacting. If he’d wanted me to stay, surely he would have said so. He probably has a girl he truly wants, probably going to her right now. It’s never been like that between us, and it never will.” She turns, trying to get a last look at him, but he has already left, further proof that he had better things to do.

She shakes her head, looks at the GPS. Okay, that definitely didn’t take enough time up: still forty-three minutes to go. After that day, they’d stayed in contact, neither daring to bring up what had happened. The friendship, and the secret fantasies, stayed intact. He was her most important friend, even now. And she was… what to him?

Well, she was going to find out! If she was honest with herself, that was mostly the reason for this little trip. Yeah, she’d been invited to the area for business, but going to the conference was just the excuse she’d needed to take this little side trip. Not for the first time, she wondered if he’d even want anything to do with her, knowing what little he did about her (other) fantasies. After all, not every guy felt the desire to be dominant, to bend a woman to his will and expose her inner slut in order to quench both their desires…

She shifted slightly in her seat, feeling her “inner slut” manifest with a rush of wetness. Hmm… wonder how many times this rental has been filled with the scent of sex? She shook her head again, grinning foolishly, and tried to concentrate more on her driving.

The hotel was… too normal. Her pent-up anxiety seemed more suited to pink neon lights and vibrating beds. Or perhaps leather, dark smoky lighting, the sound of flesh turning red under a master’s touch… Sigh. Such fantasies! And she seemed so young and sweet and innocent to the naked eye!

She set down her suitcase and stared at the bland paintings on the walls, the striped mauve-and-orange bedspread, the heavy linen curtains. Home sweet home! Her mind dismissed it all as she sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts turning obsessively back to him. Was he thinking about her? Was he wondering if she were in town yet? She thought about texting to let him know, then decided it seemed more romantic somehow to just wait until 7, when they would meet face-to-face for the first time in years. But what to do until then?

She stifled a yawn and decided to get some rest. Sleep made time go faster! Pushing off her jeans so she could sleep more comfortably, she curled up on top of the comforter and closed her eyes.

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It was after 6:00 by the time she awoke. Languidly, she stretched, and the fact that she was incredibly aroused suddenly occurred to her. What HAD she been dreaming about? Oh yeah... theater, kiss, a 7:00 meeting… this whole thing had launched some pretty dirty fantasies apparently.

She blushed slightly, then realized how silly it was to be bashful in front of herself. So instead, she slipped one hand down between her thighs. Her panties were damp. Smiling a little, she closed her eyes and concentrated on what she'd been dreaming about.

If anyone had been watching inside the small room, they would have seen a shapely girl in a white t-shirt and pink panties lying on the bed, lost in fantasy, her long brown hair spread out around her on the pillow, a half smile gracing her lips, her green eyes closed. The fingers of her right hand crept under her panties, making expert circles over her swollen clit; her left hand gripped a handful of blanket beside her. She was already aroused enough that it took only a couple of minutes before her long legs tensed, her hips pushed off the bed, and a small cry escaped her lips. When she opened her eyes, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. In a cute, little girl sort of way, she blushed again as though she'd somehow caught herself in the act.

She laid there for a moment more, until suddenly realizing what time the clock had said. She half-sat up: the dim red numbers read 6:27. Her stomach filled with butterflies as she nervously jumped off the now-rumpled bedspread, and almost tripped over her suitcase. It wasn’t a big town; in fact, it wouldn’t take long at all to get to the theater, but she still had to get dressed!

Tabitha's First Spanking

"Miss Ames, can you please come into my office? I need to speak with you."

Tabitha glanced up from where she was sliding her Calculus book into her bag, a bit startled. "Um, sure Professor Holloway..."

"What about the party, Tabby?" Callie muttered.

It was a gorgeous August Friday; their first week of their first year in college. All the kids were gathering at the park for the first party of the year. The two freshmen were part of the afternoon's wet T-shirt contest.

Tabitha shrugged. "I'm sure it'll only take a second. Just go on and get ready, I'll be there. Gotta pretend like this math crap means something to me."

Callie rolled her eyes. "I know, huh? Okay, see you there. By the way, don't wear a bra; I happen to know Rob wants to get a closer look at you." With a giggle, the tall blonde breezed out of the room.

Sighing inwardly, Tabitha shouldered her book bag and walked to the side door where Mr. Holloway's office was. Of course, at least he wasn't some old geezer with hair like Einstein. Actually, he was pretty damn cute. She guessed he was probably about 28, and his blonde hair and green eyes had already made for some naughty daydreaming by a large portion of his female students. She could be staying after class talking to Mrs. Cole, her fat pissy psych teacher, which would have sucked much worse than this.

"Yes, sir?"

Mr. Holloway looked up from a paper he was grading. His green eyes seemed to pierce right through her skull and she blushed, feeling as though he were reading her thoughts.

"Come in, Miss Ames. And please, shut the door behind you."

A little intimidated, the girl quietly pushed the thick office door shut and then approached her teacher, pressing her hands together in front of her and suddenly feeling like a small child.

She went to sit in the soft leather chair facing his large oak desk, but a sharp No from Mr. H. stopped her halfway down.

"Miss Ames, you may STAND. Right there, in front of the desk, please."

A strange feeling, kind of like adrenaline mixed with dread, filtered from her stomach to the back of her throat. Nervously, the eighteen-year-old swallowed and pushed her long brown hair back over her shoulders.

"Sir?"

He stood and cast a stern look at her. "Miss Ames, do you consider college to be a joke?"

She quickly shook her head. "No, Mr. Holloway... um ...why?"

He picked up a folder and came around the desk. "Miss Ames, this is the in-class paper you wrote on Tuesday, when I asked the class to give me three paragraphs on why math is important in everyday life. Do you remember doing that?"

Barely; I think I was still half stoned from my first brush with X...

"Of course I do." Where the crap was this going?

"Keep your tone polite and call me Sir." He came closer, pulling a sheet of paper from the folder and setting it on the desk in front of her. She could see the lacy hearts and clouds drawn in the margins on the essay. Oh boy.

"You are no longer a child and I will not tolerate childish behavior in my COLLEGE class. I saw your previous grades and your entrance exam scores. Miss Ames, you are a very smart young woman. For your own good, I am going to have to set you straight before you get out of hand."

WHAT??? She looked up from the paper to her professor. His tone had been firm and even. There was no smile on his face; he wasn't joking.

Before she could say anything, he turned and went back around the desk. He opened the top left hand drawer and glanced inside. Then he looked her square in the eyes.

"Miss Ames, I want you to bend over and place your elbows firmly on the desk. Get your face right down over your paper and begin reading it please."

"What?"

He didn't blink, merely reached his hand into the open drawer. "You heard me, Miss Ames."

His air of authority was overpowering, and, trembling a little, Tabitha slowly bent over the desk.

"'What does math mean to me?'" she began in a small voice as he came around the desk to stand behind her. Pausing, she half turned, trying to see him.

"Miss Ames, did I tell you to stop reading?" His voice was so stern. Her trembling increased and she quickly turned back to face the desk.

"'Math... is a farce,'" she continued. "'W-when someone is too much of a... n-nerd to have a social life... '"

Then she felt hard flat wood hit her ass and she gave a little yelp of surprise. Shifting her weight, she turned to stare at him with wide eyes.

"Keep reading, Miss Ames," he directed in that stern professor voice. She didn't know what else to do, so she obeyed.

"Um... he or she turns to...um...math...AH!" The next hit with the paddle was a lot harder than the first. Her skin tingled where he'd spanked her. "...Turns to math because they are too much of a loser to do anything else... oh god!" Her eyes watered as he paddled her for the third time. She could practically feel her ass turning red.

"Mr. H.," she begged, her voice tight. "I'm sorry; I was... not myself that day. I know math is important..." She stopped short as he spanked her again.

"Miss Ames, do NOT apologize to me. Keep reading."

"But..."

She felt him take a step back. "You have no respect, do you Miss Ames? Please reach back and lift up your skirt. Maybe your daddy forgot to teach you to respect authority, but I assure you, the lesson WILL be taught."

Her face turned as red as her buttocks, but she quietly obeyed, lifting her short skirt to reveal a white cotton thong and her blushing ass.

"Now put your head down on your paper please."

As she complied, he stepped nearer and placed the paddle against her left buttock. "Why don't we start with a basic math lesson? Every time you feel the paddle hit you, I want you to count. Understand?"

She felt a delicious little tingle between her legs. Hmmm... "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

The paddle slapped her bare cheeks hard. "One..." she whimpered.

At two, tears began to fill her eyes. Man, he knew just how to make it sting.

By five, she felt herself getting moist. God, it hurt... but...

He made her count to twenty before he stepped away. She didn't dare move an inch, waiting for his directions. She felt his eyes examining his work.

"Miss Ames, do I need to continue, or do you think you've learned your lesson for today?"

"I've learned my lesson, Sir," Tabitha half sobbed, her whole body shaking, but not just from the pain.

"Then stand and turn around please."

She slowly rose from the desk and turned to face him. First, her eyes sought the object of her punishment, still in his hand, hanging by his side. As her gaze moved up, she saw the bulge in his pants, and her body gave a hard throb. Then she looked up into his stern green eyes.

"Don't think I will hesitate to punish you again if you mess up, understand?"

She nodded soberly.

"Fine, then. You are dismissed, Miss Ames. And by the way, you WILL wear undergarments at the party I know you will be attending later, is that clear?" He actually smiled at her look of surprise. "I'm not that much older than you Miss Ames and I know how young men are. Don't think of disobeying, because I WILL find out."

He moved to the door and opened it. Her body on fire, her mind a mess of confusion, Tabitha walked slowly past her teacher, her eyes cast demurely downward.

Just a story I felt like writing

I guess this is a rough draft because I just wrote it out as it flowed out of me.  But I'm just happy I felt like writing something!  I've missed writing!  So this is definitely not some of my best work, but here it is anyway. :)

Unfortunately, Daddy was in a bad mood today.  It was not a day to be messing around with him and blatantly disregarding his rules.  She seemed to have a knack for finding just those days.  But, she just felt so... contrary today!  She didn't want to run errands, she wanted to curl up with her book--she was almost done with it!  Then when he'd scolded her for her naughtiness, he'd caught her making faces behind his back.  (How did he always see that!?)  It was after all of that that now baby girl found herself in her current situation.

"Bend over," Daddy ordered, motioning to the back of the loveseat.  They were standing in the living room, it was mid-afternoon; the only thing she could be grateful for was that all the curtains were closed.  She tried to appeal to him anyway.

"But Daddy, we're in the middle of the house! And I wasn't trying to be bad, not really!" She turned her best big puppy eyes on him.

He stared at her. "Number one, you know that doesn't work on me, number two, yes you were trying to be bad, and number three, I don't give a damn if we're in the middle of the house.  Would you rather I took you outside and bent you over the hood of the car in the middle of the driveway?"

She shook her head no vehemently, knowing full well he'd do it, then slowly bent over the back of the small sofa, placing her palms flat on the cushions and resting her hips on the top edge of the back.  She felt cool air caress her backside as Daddy lifted her skirt up over her back and slid her panties down to her knees.  Next came the heart-quickening sound of Daddy's belt as he pulled it free from its loops and made it into just the right loop.  She felt his strong hand on the small of her back, and involuntarily tightened her body.

His voice was calm and steady, relaxing her as he spoke.  "Tell me what you did wrong, Baby Girl."  The love in his voice was almost enough to bring her to tears.

"I disobeyed your instructions, Sir.  And... and I made faces at you." Her voice quavered slightly.  "I'm sorry Daddy," she whispered.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes Sir."

He made her push out her butt and lower her head, then gave her some warm-up strokes.  He knew it had been awhile since he'd taken care of his girl the way she needed, so it didn't really surprise him that she was acting out so much.  Hopefully today would be a step toward taking care of that.

After about ten minutes of warmup, he checked to see if she was doing okay, then set the belt aside.  She always took his hand as much more personal.  Gently, he led his baby girl around to the other side of the sofa and laid her over his lap.  "I'm going to make you cry today, Little One."

"Yes Daddy.  Thank you Daddy." She looked up at him, her eyes beaming, red with unshed tears that desperately needed to be brought out.

His hand came down on her soft, pink flesh, striking her from the tops of her buttocks to halfway down her thighs.  Even when she struggled, he merely put his strong leg over her two and kept going, knowing her tears would take a long time in coming.

Ding Dong

Baby Girl jumped a mile when the doorbell rang  Daddy merely looked up.  When it rang again, she slid off Daddy's lap and crouched in a ball on the floor.  Daddy stood, took note of the fact that this behaviour would need some correction, and slid the curtains aside to see who was at the door.  He turned around with a smile.

"Little one, I want you standing in the corner, over there," he pointed to a very prominent corner of the living room, "with your nose in the corner.  Do not speak unless I give you permission, and do not move, do you understand me?"

Slowly she stood and followed instructions.  "Yes Daddy."

He walked over to her and tucked her skirt up into her waistband, adjusted her panties back around her knees, so that her bright red bare bottom was completely on display, then went to answer the door.

Baby Girl was horrified, but had to stay put, so just pressed her bright red face in the corner, trying to hide her shame.  She heard Daddy welcoming his buddy, Mr. R., there to look at a few projects he'd been helping on around the house.  Oh geez.  Well, at least he knew.  He'd been friends with their family for a couple of years now, and recently had been told of their Domestic Discipline lifestyle.  But still, letting him openly see her in the midst of punishment?  OMG!

Daddy and Mr. R went around the house, talking about what projects needed to be done, where they should start, town gossip, what football team was winning this week, pretty much everything but her, even though she felt Mr. R's burning eyes on her body more than once.

When they finally got to the living room, all he said was, "Hey little one, what kinda trouble you get yourself into today?"

Daddy laughed.  "Maybe it would teach her more of a lesson if someone else swung the belt a couple of times?"

He knew she couldn't protest; she wasn't allowed to speak!

Daddy came near and carressed her sore backside,  "Maybe not this time though babygirl," he whispered. "This time, Daddy wants to make you cry all by himself.  You want that baby girl?"

Relieved, she nodded, leaning against her Daddy.

Soon, their friend was done, and he said goodbye to both of them, shook hands with Daddy, and left.

"You were a very good girl during all of that," Daddy said approvingly as he came close, took her by the hand, and led her into the bedroom.

Gently he removed his little sub's clothing and laid her face down on the bed.  "No more interruptions now."